Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: [about the rising temperature in the cells] Not that hot?
[he points to an African American cellmate]
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: When this guy woke up, he was white!
Michael Scofield: You kept it.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Kept what?
Michael Scofield: The flower.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Well, I'm a packrat. I never throw anything out.
Michael Scofield: [looks around the spotless infirmary] Yeah, well this clutter. It's... overwhelming.
Dr. Sara
Tancredi: You should see my apartment.
Michael Scofield: Woah. We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
[motions for Michael to lift up his shirt]
Michael Scofield: So where do you
finish?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Depends on where I start. Deep breath.
[uses stethoscope to listen to Michael's heart beat, and looks up at him. Michael gives her the blue steel and forgets to continue breathing deeply]
Angela West: [suddenly walking in] Sara, we're backing up out here.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Right, sorry.
[to Michael]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I'll go get your shot.